My Greek girlfriend rarely swims in the sea, she likes to enter and talk about all sorts of things. This is what a successful day at the beach looks like for her. I, on the other hand, like swimming and moving in the water, unthinkable for me to just stand inside and do nothing.
Some time ago we were at the sea, she was standing in the water and I swam around her: a little bit forward, then backwards, just enough to talk to her. But after a short time my friend screamed, something had tweaked her. Continue reading A little fish